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The hours slip
By the window’s frozen light
Spirits I sip
An unwelcome inner sight
Ghosts of my past
Speak to me from their ancient grave
Having found at last
The unattainable peace I crave
Outside the rain
Has come to a standstill
Behind the pane
Droplets lie upon my window sill
The icy cold
Beyond the window in a sea of haze
The stillness of old
Stirs to life the forgotten days
Poisons often hide inside a broken husk
A golden circle holds liquid depths of dusk
The goblet’s shining rim contains the still red wine
Taken from the vine in a world divine
Once the thread of life seemed to have no end
And the rising sun would never descend
But life can be cut short should springtime be taken
And choose to fall asleep not wanting to awaken
Next to my hand
On the table the drinking glass
Which bears an end
That my life is come to bless
The untold weight
Of the truth that I have found
The shackles of fate
Finally broken may fall to the ground
Poisons often hide inside a broken husk [...]
The room is dark
For all fire has long been dead
There is no spark
To light the flame that life once had
Poisons often hide inside a broken husk [...]
I slip away
Like the breeze in the morning chill
Outside, branches gently sway
Inside, all is still
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Abolished deliriums of a failing mind
Memories of a dim lit room
Aborted equilibrium that was left behind
The bride may kiss the gloom
Evicted and forlorn
I walk the streets of woe
Aimless and stillborn
Beneath the afterglow
Dereliction my home devoid of walls
Breathing the nightly cold
The stark awareness of nocturnal halls
Breaking the brave and bold
Threshold of imposition
Eminence of definition
Allure of forgotten ways
Entombed are the olden days
Evicted I must go
Past the afterglow
Frozen winds have blown
Chilled me to the bone - freezing cold
And the pouring rain
Drenched my burning pain
Fallen down below
Cast upon the snow
I walk the streets of woe
Into the night I go
Past the afterglow
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A forlorn inflated sail
Like a darkened autumn leaf
Borne upon a fateful gale
Cast adrift with no relief
Far above the chasm of old
Ends a story left untold
Gaping gorge, black abyss
Where illusions rest in peace
And the souls in Hades cried
Gazing up at the celestial ride
Sentenced so by satanic writ
To descend into the pitiless pit
Down into the dark and cold
Fell the craven and the bold
Where the dreams have come to die
Where the dead illusions lie
A leaf adrift up in the sky
Flies above unholy tombs
Of delusions gone awry
In disgrace that ever looms
In the darkness far below
No winds will ever blow
Under heaven, under hell
Where at last illusions fell
Where at last illusions fell
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A surge in emotions rebels against
The daily numbness
Brings an untenable longing
From the opposite direction
As if my mind could smell
The damp cold air of the early morning
Primordial day
In a life that's now a dream
Once alive, now frozen
No more heat to melt the ice
Crystallised emotions bound and paralysed
Words remain unspoken
The vastness of the icy barren landscapes
That stretch all around
Any journey begins
With the first step
Should I awake from lethargic sleep
To set wheels in motion
On a land with no compass or map?
Where the last of the wild,
Where the last of the wild were lost
Once alive, now frozen[...]
Shuddering in the cold, stirred into consciousness
In a void of unfathomable meaning
A groundless field
Where peril itself has lost appeal
Gentle was the sleep of oblivion
The anaesthesia of any dissent
Nothing to lament
In the sombre place of rest
Should I awake from lethargic sleep
To set wheels in motion
In a land with no compass or map
Where the last of the wild,
Where the last of the wild were lost
Once alive, now frozen[...]
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The raw behest of the tyrant
Gives birth to misguided toil
The darkened cancer spreads
As rain drops onto the soil
The oldest wandering echoes
Pierce the veils of lies
While the irate storms build
Within the leaden skies
Randomly scattered sprout the flowers of the blest
Upon the hills of the dead
The foible buried deep within the bloodied chest
Of the unsuspecting newly wed
The oldest wandering echoes [...]
Foolish deeds are prevalent
The sour veins of the earth
A newborn's open eyelids
A cruel and unwise birth
A bent and ancient vagrant past all worth
The oldest wandering echoes [...]
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Dark dreams of madness
Permeate my existence
Intense and dire they come
Looming in the distance
Assumptions pervade
Baleful dark reflections
Misguided thoughts
Nauseous introspections
The unknown landscape
Of the cerebral cortex
My inner vertigo
This baleful vortex
When I opened my eyes
All became undone
Over the mountains
Beneath the descending sun
Queasy contemplation
Stricken and aghast
Admonish the absent spectre
Of a season past
Adrift in mortal guise
A still life led astray
Crushing leaden skies
Quell the barren day
Menacing mishaps
Beneath the falling rain
Dictate a direction
Accursed by vile disdain
The mirific end of penitence
When all else is gone away
A traveller on the road to madness
Will find me coming the other way
When I closed my eyes
The one became the none
The unsuspected prize
The end had just begun
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Beyond the horizon of the setting sun
I shall wander in search of the fleeting light
When midnight has come and I am undone
I may rest from the burden of my unseen plight
The den of all sorrow I have made my lair
A dark inner cave where I locked my emotion
But the beast has awakened, alert and aware
A black flame which burns with hate and devotion
I walk not knowing where my steps will lead
Nooks and crannies hide peering eyes
Trees old and bent seem to take heed
Portending despair in their baleful guise
Roaming in the dark,
I still bear the mark branded to the bone
Roaming in the dark,
Blazing flames raging from within
The standing stones witness my aimless tour
My hands hold an impotent flickering fire
I descend down the path of the silent moor
Where tarnished reflections dwell in the mire
Long dead throats whisper to me
Down from the bog their blind eyes can see
The winding tendrils grasping the trunk
Are sinews that rise from where they have sunk
Broken the balance 'twixt poise and unrest
The whisperings bring no aid
Silent the answers that I request
The spectral dead sink and fade
Roaming in the dark [...]
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Death:
To you a gift I bring
The end of suffering
The snuffing of the fire
The rest that you require
When everything was done
It was placed upon my hand
And I'm the only one
Who will be there in the end
Traveller:
A visitor appeared
As waves crashed on the shore
It stroke me weird
The dark cloak that she wore
And the countenance she bore, as she said
Hand in hand we'll go
My friend I'm not your foe
I'll set you free tonight
Along the shoreline
Traveller:
I joined her by her side
As if she were my guide
The rhythm of the sea
Withheld the mystery
Like a heartbeat of the Earth
Whose life one cannot know
Like death followed by birth
In an all eternal flow
Death:
Engulfed in murk
We beheld the Devil's work
As we walked upon the sand
His wings covered the land
I've roamed in every street
I open every door
Before it's time to sleep
Let's go, let's walk some more
Death and the Traveller:
The coward and the brave
Will end inside a grave
And the night will follow day
For life is just a wave
That comes and goes away
Hand in hand we'll go [...]
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I saw fighting men
Kill each other without end
Black smoke filled the sky
And the wounded laid and cried
These nightmares fill my mind
No rest can I find
Dazed in stupor I behold
As the visions faze my soul
A victim of the dreams that hold me fast
A vice that cripples me in a deathly grasp
I see the ancient past when the skulls were piled
Sacred burial ground raped and defiled
Black evil dwells in men
I cannot understand
The satanic scapegoat blamed
An excuse for the insane
Mankind the true enemy
An illusion of humanity
Blood footprints mark the way
From the cradle till its dying day
A victim of the dreams that hold me fast
A vice that cripples me in a deathly grasp
I see the future ahead, death and destruction around the bend
Black evil dwells in men, mad gallop to a painful end
I’m a victim of the dreams that hold me fast
In troubled sleep I lie, devoid of rest
Fast descending to our doom by our own hand
Black evil dwells in men
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